With such heavy thoughts
I bumped my head yesterday It hurt, but it was rubbed and I had some ice on it It still hurt, but not as hurtful as my thoughts No amounts of sighing can help No amounts of hissing can aid It will pass, this I know Somehow I love-hating-love-hating staying in how I struggle Talk to someone I should... 1. Everyone has their own issues 2. Are problems shared really solved? I should count my days...or should I not? Ps: why do people sit without having empathy for those who sit near them. Why do they take up space like they are entitled to it?